GROUNDING 🏈 Nick Bosa

#NINETY THREE.

I groan into the phone. "Shit, it's you."

"Yeah, what the hell are you doing?" He asks, angrily, confused.

"I'm doing what I want to do, Nick." I tell him, flatly.

"—And that's ignoring me?" I could hear how sore his voice sounded from either crying or screaming.

"I want to forget about you." I softly, reply. I place my hand on my forehead, because I could feel a headache coming on.

"That's really, what you want?" He questions me.

"Yes, that's what I want."

"Then, I'll make it easy on you." He says as he hangs up on me.

That fucker, I think to myself. He always had to get the last word. I was utterly, upset at myself for even answering the phone, but if that's what needed to be done to have him leave me alone, then I'd gladly let him have the last word.

Even if that meant my heart was breaking into a thousand pieces.

The next morning.

I wake up remembering I answered Nicks call last night. My stomach turned with uneasy feelings of guilt and anxiety. I never wanted to hurt him, but I never wanted him to hurt me either. The only thing I hoped for now is that we could both move on and start healing from the emotional trauma that we put each other through. I didn't want to feel like this anymore.

While brushing my teeth Joey texts me. "Check in the glove compartment."

I stand still staring down at the text and say. "What the fuck?" Out loud.

What was that supposed to even mean?

I walk downstairs and Mark is already dressed and making a pot of coffee.

"You should check outside." He says, as he turns around to look at me.

"Um, okay?" I reply, a bit disoriented.

I walk out the front door and immediately see a white Tesla sitting in the driveway. I quickly turn around and poke my head back through the entrance of the door. "Who's is that?" I question him.

He shrugs. "I think that Bosa, sent it over here for you or something."

"How do you know?" I gasp and stare at him in bewilderment.

"There's a gift tag on the steering wheel that says, to: Liliana on it."

"What?!" I gasp again and look back out at the Tesla and then remember Joeys text to check the glove compartment. "One second." I say, going out to examine the car.

I could not believe that this was my car. There was even registration papers on the driver seat. I make my way to opening the glove compartment and pull out a large thick envelope. I nervously open it and my heart nearly stops in my chest.

There was 10,000 dollars in there along with a hand written note. I was about to text Joey back, but instead I sit in the passenger seat and stare down at the thin white paper that was neatly folded in half.